24 MAY 1986, page 27
In Parenthesis
Thunder was ever a facile excuse For rumination steered to little use: False portents teem in this green light. That old thug, Love, returned tonight, Unstained, I found myself......
A Nature Full Of The Milk Of Human Kindness
Hugh Cawdor T he last time I saw the Ilk, shortly before he died [in February], was in White's club. He was standing in the corner of the crowded bar, before lunch. As usual, he......